There are more than thirteen thousand, and there are at least one million people who come to participate in the Netherworld Festival, Yang Qingshan can be regarded as the first place, and he is in the front, and hurriedly went to the altar of the Great Festival with Yuanyang Zhenren and Ziyang to explore the terrain, because the three of them were the first time, so they came to the altar stupidly, and the result was in the back mountain of the Demon Capital.

Walking out of the magic capital, there is a mountain behind, the top of the mountain is leveled, there is an altar, the altar is not big, it can only accommodate a hundred people at most, and there are countless small square-like caves on the mountain road that extends to the altar at the foot of the mountain, these caves are like a pavilion, responsible for accepting people who participate in the festival.

Yang Qingshan and the others immediately got a front pavilion post with their own number, and entered the cave-like pavilion, there were already thousands of people in it, and Yang Qingshan and the three of them were the last three people in this pavilion, and there were exactly a thousand people here, and the three of them didn't say a word, and stayed silently in a corner under the gaze of thousands of people.

"What a terrifying atmosphere. Ziyang whispered.

"The people here are all sent to death, only one of the millions of sacrifices can survive, and the life and death of this surviving sacrifice to the heavens and the earth are also unknown, the dead are to get the secret of rebirth, and the living are to get the secret of leaving the netherworld, everyone is full of energy. Yuanyang Zhenren said.

"Hmph, in fact, this is only the Lord of the Netherworld who did this to weaken your strength. Ziyang pouted and said.

"Don't talk nonsense. Yuan Yang Zhenren whispered, reminding: "Most of them here are necromancy, the lord of the netherworld is their idol, standing in the netherworld for millions of years, every time he makes a move, no one can stop him." ”

"Low-key, low-key. Yang Qingshan also taught Ziyang a lesson: "Now hurry up and practice." ”

The magic capital is becoming more and more lively, in just a few days, there are millions of people who have rushed to the magic capital, and millions of them have entered the countless cave-like pavilions under the altar, and at this time, the bosses of the most powerful forces have come to the altar, they are holding the black spell that opens the altar, and they glanced at each other, especially the two new faces, with a look of disdain and vigilance, these two new faces are the heads of the Void Gate and the Taiji Gate in the netherworld, and their faces are light, as if they should have been here。

"Void Gate and Tai Chi Gate, after millions of years, you have finally shown your teeth. ”

"Hehe, congratulations, I just entered the upper power and obtained two spells to open the altar from the Lord of the Netherworld. ”

"Other disciples can summon the incarnation of gods, but we can't. ”

"Yes, it's the disciples who can summon, but the head can't summon, and I don't know what kind of face comes here. ”

There was a group of patriarchs and heads around the altar, and there was a burst of cold words, and the two heads of the Void Gate and the Taiji Gate were also single, swallowing every sentence alive, their faces were still calm, and the people around them were dumbfounded, they had seen thick skin, but they had never seen such a thick one, and they could only sigh and say that the level of the netherworld had dropped too much.

"Now that everyone is here, let's start. A gray-haired man said lightly, glanced at everyone, and after seeing that everyone was quiet, he glanced below, and those pavilions all shot out a black light, hitting the altar, and saw tens of thousands of thin black lines extending in one direction, as if condensing a bridge.

"Please take out the charms. ”

Everyone took out the black spells, these spells are not a complete spell, just a corner, and when they are connected together, a powerful spiritual power is released, and this spiritual power even the people at the level of the Great Immortal by the altar feel frightened.

"Sure enough, it was refined by Yuan Immortal, and the legend says that the Lord of the Netherworld is at the Yuan Immortal level. "The elder of the Taiji Gate transmitted the message to the head of the Void Gate.

"So I told you last time, outside Taijimen and Kunlun Gate are one family, why don't they cooperate in the Netherworld? The head of the Void Gate grumbled.

"Can the power of the three families defeat the Yuan Immortal?"

"No, you can't. ”

The two heads of the Taiji Gate and the Void Gate were silent at the same time, and they didn't dare to touch the Yuan Immortal at their Golden Immortal level, and the Yuan Immortal who had always been the most mysterious was an existence that claimed to be able to destroy the world.

The black light on the altar became more and more powerful, and a strange vortex appeared on the altar, and through this vortex was the altar of the Great Sacrifice, a battlefield where only one person could live.

All the caves along the mountain road were opened at the same time, and Yang Qingshan and the three of them stood in a relatively high position because of their good numbers, and at the same time stared at the altar curiously, only to hear a loud whirlpool on the altar, and then saw that the black line on the cave in front of them suddenly twisted, and then thousands of people in the cave in the first place disappeared at the same time, and they had entered the whirlpool on the altar along the black streamer.

"I wish you every success. The old monsters on the left and right sides of the altar said at the same time.

For a while, all the black streamers on this towering back mountain shook at the same time, and after just a few minutes, the back mountain was quiet, and the altar returned to its usual appearance, and those old monsters breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and immediately turned into streamers and flew away, without looking at the altar, in their eyes, the million-year-old great festival was no longer attractive.

What appeared in front of Yang Qingshan's eyes was indeed a battlefield, countless corpses and bones were piled up into a continuous mountain, and the tens of thousands of people who had entered this battlefield before had quickly flown into the distance, hidden in the darkness in the distance, and Yang Qingshan and the three of them were not lagging behind, the reason why they wanted to grab the number in the front row was to be able to enter this sacrificial battlefield in advance and take the lead in hiding.

The three of them turned into three streamers, as fast as lightning, racing against time to enter a crack in a mountain of bones, as soon as they were hidden, a series of roars occurred outside, looking outside along the crack, the outside was full of streamers, and the first chaotic battle in the sacrificial site had begun, because the battlefield had nowhere to hide.

"It's terrifying, millions of powerhouses with an average cultivation in the merger period are fighting together, this should be the highest standard scum battle, and it is not common outside. Yuanyang Zhenren said with a bitter face: "It's over, I knew that it didn't mean that Liuhemen came here, hard work, sister, please be comforted." ”

"Die. Ziyang said disgustedly.

"Oh, I'm going to die. Yuanyang Zhenren was already familiar with Ziyang, and his face was thick, so he pretended to be dead on the spot and was about to fall into Ziyang's body, but when he looked up, it was Yang Qingshan's embrace, and he smirked twice with some embarrassment.

"Hide here now, I have some formations here to hide this crack, and at the same time to strengthen the surrounding area of this crack, like a fortress. Yang Qingshan said, seeing that Ziyang and Yuanyang Zhenren were very cooperative and let go, he was stunned for a moment, and then looked out of the crack, and a huge eye happened to be staring at the inside of the crack.

Judging from the breath, this huge eye should be a big-headed necromancy, now it is a living person, those eyes are vivid, this fierce glance almost didn't scare Yang Qingshan to death, in addition to the horror of the huge eyes, there is also the cultivation of the late stage of Dacheng, and the origin of this big-headed necromancy.

"This is a big-headed ghost, legend has it that it is a very powerful planet in the star field, but their cultivation can only be cultivated to the Dacheng stage, but they can compete at the immortal level, we are finished, and we have been discovered. Yuanyang Zhenren cried out very unconfidently.

"It's useless, Yang Qingshan, I'll go outside to resist, you set up a formation here. Ziyang said, and flew out with horizontal eyebrows, and suddenly countless sword lights flew out of Ziyang's hand, it seems that Xiao Nizi has learned a lot of powerful sword formations from Taiji Sect after cultivating for a great rise.

Yang Qingshan smiled with relief, Ziyang could already be on his own, and then he didn't look outside again, concentrated on arranging the formation, and hid the crack after a while, and at the same time refined the crack around the crack dozens of meters hard like divine iron, and then flew out, and was dumbfounded, the originally arrogant Ziyang was completely pressed and beaten by the big-headed ghost, if he didn't come out, Ziyang was estimated to have been divided.

"Beast, let go of that girl!"

Yang Qingshan shouted, and with a snap of water, the big-headed ghost was rolled in a blister, saving Ziyang, and the eldest brother's true colors were displayed, and he looked at poor Ziyang with a big smile.

"Those old guys, what kind of sword formation do you teach? Ziyang said depressedly, throwing away the broken sword in his hand.

"It's because your cultivation is too weak, it's okay, and it's the sword in your hand, your sword is a superb Dao weapon. Yang Qingshan said with a smile, glanced at the big-headed ghost who was still trapped in the water, killed it with a sword without saying a word, and then returned to the crack with Ziyang, and finally came to safety.

"Big brother, you are really talented. Yuanyang Zhenren hugged Yang Qingshan's arm and said.

"Alright, alright. Yang Qingshan impatiently kicked Yuanyang Zhenren away, and then looked at the battle outside through the crack unharmed.

The three of them stayed in the crack for several days, and the scuffle outside gradually subsided, and by the time of the sixth day, the sacrificial scuffle finally ended, quiet like a tomb, and some people who had been hiding at the beginning finally showed their heads, but these scheming people did not come up and do it, but swept the loot in the battlefield, hoping to get some treasures from the corpse, increase their own capital, and increase the probability of winning in the final chaotic battle.

The crack where Yang Qingshan was suddenly exploded, and Yang Qingshan and the three of them flew out at the same time, and they were immediately choked by a smell of blood and almost vomited, but seeing thousands of people quickly searching for the treasures on the corpses, Yang Qingshan and the three of them glanced at each other, and at the same time connected the spiritual power of the three of them together, turning into a huge ball of light, and also started the treasure hunting war during the armistice.